Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.